Word: yorkerism
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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When Flair magazine came out last winter, it inspired a host of wisecracks and a clutch of New Yorker cartoons about the hole in its cover, the chopped-up pages and accordion inserts that unfold for a foot or more. But Flair's stories on such things as Americans in Paris, fox hunting, and how the Duchess of Windsor decorates her house failed to Stir up the same interest among readers or advertisers. Publisher Gardner (Look, Quick) Cowles and his wife, Flair Editor Fleur Cowles, who had dreamed two months ago of boosting their circulation guarantee from...
Died. Alva Johnston, 62, oldtime reporter (The New York Times and Herald Tribune), one of the best magazine writers (The New Yorker, Saturday Evening Post), contemporary biographer (The Great Goldwyn; The Case of Erie Stanley Gardner), 1922 Pulitzer Prizewinner (for popularizing the esoteric proceedings of the American Association for the Advancement of Science); of a cerebral thrombosis; in Bronxville...
...movie is based on a sardonic New Yorker article by John McNulty, but Scripters Phoebe and Henry Ephron seem to have leaned more heavily on the comic strip Blondie for their family sequences, and on Damon Runyan for an episode with a Chicago gangster. Director Walter Lang helps out the dialogue with pratfalls and horseplay, but what keeps Jackpot moving briskly to its happy ending is the ingratiating acting of Jimmy Stewart...
Taylor, matchless as the portrayer of the heavy-lideded so phisticate, is as good here as over in the New Yorker. And Pearson's array of phrases and confused translations contains just enough double meanings to make "Fractured French" a real piece do resistance...
...didn't own it, and an over-whelming number of pleasurable distractions. The voyaging pigskin addict must pass through that town twice: the voyaging bedonist may never cross the Hudson. It is for both types that the CRIMSON's presents its Hymarx edition of One and The New Yorker, unabashedly aware that the Campus of big city life may slun those used to nothing more confusing than Lloyd Jordan's T-formation attack...